Whose woods these are?

Finally fall! These beads were inspired by a walk in the fall woods. The rusts and golds were the leaves crunching under our feet up the hill from the old spring. The deep browns were the buckeyes we were scrabbling for in the leaves. The grays were the sky and the rough bark on the tree trunks. We found my father's initials carved on a trunk when he was a boy. Nothing beats a nature walk in the fall. Nothing!